Actually, let me write you, I guess this would be a letter of sorts. For reference both yours and mine: It's 9:16AM on a Sunday, I'm putting off sleeping, "Big Iron" by Marty Robbins is playing in my headphones.
I don't know if you'll ever get this message, because I don't know if you'll ever check this site again. Hell, technically, I don't even know if you're still alive. I certainly HOPE you are, we were close friends--and I still consider us such--and I think about you and the others I don't hear from anymore pretty often. I think as of the new decade--god, how is it 2020--you're the most recent ex-troper I've simply lost all contact with. Not that I think of you exclusively in such a term, of course. It's just strange to me the transience of online friendship. I valued you a lot and I think (or at least I like to think, I suppose that's presumptuous) that you valued me, too. But things of all kinds happen to people and now I don't know where you are anymore. I don't want to dwell on this too much more or I'll make myself sad: I just hope that wherever you are and whatever you're doing, you're happy, or at least in view of happiness.
If you want to know what I've been up to, in the past two years I've become a professional anime commentator ("critic" doesn't seem like the right word) and have more or less given up on music production. (Not a sad thing! I think I'm simply done with it for now.)
I hope this letter finds you well, and if your path ever crosses mine again I have many many people I'd like to introduce you to. Best of luck in your endeavors, whatever they may be, friend!! heart